Waking Up: The Brown Curls

Harry, a typical Englishman walks the streets of London everyday. Reychel, a young woman, came to London to learn more about music and song writing.Harry Styles, who learns about Reychel, helps her find her way through this career. The two friends are really coming closer together, but will they always just be friends?

4. In The Area

Reychels POV

I walked out of the plane dragging my luggage off the stairs. It felt good to back from Italy. I was in my home town, where my country house was just minutes away. I saw a new car parked in a corner of the parking lot. I was suspicious, so I walked over and I peaked inside. I saw a tall, young man in the front seat. I knocked on the glass and the man woke up. I waved and a smile was his face. I smiled, shedding a tear. It was Liam. I ran, dragging my luggage to the other side and jumped in the front seat. We were off to my country home. I then heard Liam say words I'll never forget.

"Reychel, you being a young woman now able to understand this, have you ver known anyone who's always liked you, not because yopu were beautiful, but because you were nice and peaceful?" Liam asked me.

I flipped my hair. "Yeah. Harry. He likes me beacuse I'm nice and beautiful. He tells me that all the time." I said, questioned.

"Well, Harry and I are planning a special party for our friends. We are inviting our friends that have girlfriends and boyfriends, and you're invited. It's today, too. So it's planned. So get home into the dress Harry got you ready." Liam said, smiling.

Harry planned a party the day I come home from Italy? Is he crazy, I thought.

"Yeah, I'll do that." I said.

Liam smiled. I was happy to be home. I saw my country side home on the lake and the branches on my roof. Wait.....branches on our roof?

"Liam, why are there branches on our roof?" I asked, getting out of the car, walking up to the front door.

"Well, hard winds." Liam said.

I saw a blonde man walk out of the door. it was Niall. I ran up, giving him a huge hug.

"How was Italy?" Niall asked, looking at me.

"It was.....well......alright." I said laughing.

Louis and Zayn walked out, with their hands wide open. I placed my body in the middle of them, squeezing their backs.

I still cried. "I've waited a year for him and this is what I get? Harry is too busy to see his girlfriend?" I pushed him out of the way, in shock. I cried all the way to my room.

I called Harry, crying harder than I ever have. Harry answered.

"Where are you, Reychel? How was Italy?" Harry asked.

"Harry, it's been a year since I've seen you. Now, you're not here? I skipped a meeting to come home and you're too busy to see me? Are you happy that your making me cry? Harry? Do you like this?"I yelled, crying.